FebulousFebruary 2025: Lost and Found

TC

I’m at the service station,

I need a wee.

The toilets are closed,

“It’s the Covid you see.”

It’s the bushes for me.

I’ve called the optician.

They can’t see me- 

Literally or metaphorically,

“It’s the Covid you see.”

We go to the pub

Grapple with their App,

I remember  the days 

When beer was on tap.

“Stand behind the  line”

She shouts at me.

All I want is a cup of tea,

In the cafe run by

The  RSPB.

“It’s the Covid you see”

Go to the club

A chance to unwind,

A game of bingo

A couple of pints.

Perspex, signs, rules, dictats,

Don’t walk around,

Stay in your place,

Make sure you have a mask

To cover your face.

It reminds me of the 1980s.

A dole office in Portsmouth.

Fear and hatred.

Plastic Chairs

Screwed to the floor. 

Face behind Perspex-

“No you can’t have some more.”

“I’m sorry all our lines are engaged.

We value your custom

But there may be a wait,

I know

our customer service

has never been great.

But now I’m afraid, you can’t complain

You see it’s The Covid

Which  is to blame”

I just want things to be 

Normal again. 

Caf Costello (50’ish) Scarborough